As the only poem that I remember from school, the association is instantaneous and overwhelming.
…… For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
- From “I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud” by William Wordsworth
Pic location: New England Botanical Gardens, Boylston MA.
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